Mike walked towards his girlfriend, Verity, in the coffee shop.
"Hey sweetie," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Hey..." she replied absently.
"Something wrong?"
Verity pursed her lip and waited until the waitress had taken their order.
"I need you to - if... if you don't give me one million dollars, I'm... I'm going to sue you for rape."
Mike stared at her, then started to laugh. He stopped abruptly when he saw that she wasn't.
"Verity?"
"I... I mean it!"
"I never raped you. It'll never hold up in court."
"Yes but, but your reputation will be muddied."
"And can you even sue someone for rape? I know you can accuse, and charge, and convict and stuff but - "
"You can't talk me out of it!" Verity said.
The waitress dropped off heir drinks and there was silence for a few minutes before the conversation continued.
"What do you need a million dollars for anyway?"
"That's none of your business."
"I think it is my business, if you need to threaten me like this over it," Mike replied.
Verity glared.
"And to risk our relationship too. Verity, I thought... I though we had something going. I thought -"
"I don't care what you thought. I am not going to bring up a baby on the street just because -" Verity abruptly clamped her hand over her mouth.
"Baby? Street?" Mike stared. "Verity... are, are you... pregnant?"
Verity looked like she was going to cry. At last she nodded.
"I'm gonna be a dad? Well I, ahh... why didn't you say so? Why all the -"
"Because... because... because I thought if I told you, you'd leave me. And Mom and Dad are going to kick me out and... and..." she burst into sobs.
Mike wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't be silly," he said, rocking her. "I would never leave you, now least of all. Verity, I gonna do more than give you money. Verity... would you... marry me?"